Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 199

"Ah!" Eddy screamed out in a jiff and then stretched his arm to tweak Anne's dangling lobe. When his soft fingertips grazed Anne's ear, she was surprised to feel something firm hit the back of her auricle. She was never fond of earrings, so she was stunned to find out that she was wearing a pair that day.

Eddy gently fiddled with the gem and her earlobe. It seemed that he loved the dazzling jewelry in his mother's ears. His lips were drooling as he stuck his tongue out, and his smile was full of satisfaction.

"Baby, can Mommy take off her earrings for a while?" Her mind unconsciously deduced that it must be Kevin who slipped the precious trinkets into her lobes. No wonder why she felt something strange last night. Was it a gift from him?

Anne regained her composure. She came to her senses after a second

because Eddy seemed to not want to let go of the earrings.

"Miss Anne, the young master likes your earrings very much. You should wear them more often in the future. This is the most exquisite pair I've ever seen in my life. It's so elegant and lavish." The servant took Eddy from Anne’s embrace as she spoke her praises. She took the baby for a walk to see other places and improve his familiarity with the environment.

After they disappeared from her sight, Anne rushed to the bathroom and faced the mirror. When she was about to take the glistening accessory off, she was in awe to see that the intricate design was a broken wing.

Seeing the fallen pinion, she felt like her vision entered a tunnel of blinding spectrum of memories, and landed in the past, back to the summer when she was seventeen years old.

In her reminiscence, it was still quiet in the classroom, and there were few people inside. This was just what a noble school was like. The people in there were all children from wealthy families. Most of them were destined for greatness and the future successor of their respective clans, so few of them would really study hard at school.

Anne was one of the students admitted to the school. She didn't have many friends, and because of Cherry slithering behind her back, everyone hated her.

Surprisingly, Kevin was also in the classroom which made Anne very curious. Why was he in the classroom? Was he also a person who found the bustling joy amidst the deafening quiet?

When Anne blushed from the thought that they finally had something in common, another boy came and interrupted her daydreaming.

The voice came from a boy who just came from a nearby school that was also sophisticated and famous in A City. At first glance, you would know that this kid was a bully. He was unruly which was the exact opposite of Kevin’s good conduct. When he looked at people, he was very aggressive and intimidating so Anne was inexplicably scared of him.

"Mr. Qi, is there something that you can do better than me?" At that time, Kevin was not as fierce as he was today, but he couldn't contain his arrogance when he spoke.

"You seem to be nervous. How could the heir of the Fu Family be afraid of being second to something?" The man chuckled as he rolled a small stone in his hand.

Perhaps she liked Kevin very much and that was why she ultimately despised that boy's existence. She never bothered knowing his name and the sight of him just made her sick.

But it was because of this man that Kevin came to know what she liked and sent her the gift.

"Why would I be afraid? Nothing about you scares me. You’ve got to be joking." Kevin stared at the man with a bland and calm expression.

"We’re both the top-notch students our schools brag about. Why don't we leave the decision to her?" As he spoke, the boy surnamed Qi leisurely walked towards Anne.

His wild and devilish laughter made Anne tremble like a handshake. "Tell me, what do you admire the most?"

'Oh my God, Kevin’s looking at me,' thought Anne as her face blushed red like a tomato. Since she fell in love with Kevin, she had been carefully piecing out the puzzle about his preferences. Everything about him was so discreet that she could not afford to spill her secrets, but she had never expected that the day would come for her to tell Kevin what she liked.

She felt so pleased that she remained quiet like a lifeless doll for a few seconds.

"Why aren’t you saying anything? No wonder why you are such a loner. You are a mute!" The boy reached out and flicked her head with a perplexing expression in his gaze.

Hearing his words, Anne was deeply humiliated. At that time, she hadn't completely adapted to the lifestyle on campus. She looked at Kevin and thought that they had at least talked to each other before, so she expected that Kevin would stand up to help her,

but that was not the case. There was no manifestation of concern in his numbing eyes.

The high hopes in Anne's heart slowly pummeled on a downward spiral and disappeared into a pale disappointment.

Why would Kevin save the damsel in distress? He was not her friend in the first place.

"I can talk. I’m not mute! What I like most are fallen wings like the broken pinions of an angel, aching but magnificent." Suddenly, Anne lifted her tenacious eyes and porcelain face as she spoke for herself with conviction.

The boy's countenance was baffled. He grinned, and said, "It seems like we’re up for a painting competition. How about we draw vis-à-vis and let her choose the winning portrayal? The winner is declared the best."

She quickly grew reckless in anticipation of seeing Kevin's work, but he had thought the other way. He said coldly, "Why would you let this little fool decide such a verdict?"

Kevin stared her down from her eyes to her fiddling toes. Although Anne looked aloof, inside her chest, her heart was throbbing in depression. In fact, she wanted to tell Kevin that she was good at painting and her opinions were valid. In the end, she chose to keep her tongue tethered and swallow her pride.

"Kevin, you are really narrow-minded. If you believe in your work, everyone's comments would be the same. Are you abstaining from this because you are not sure that you can defeat me?" said the bully mockingly.

"Who cares about what they say? Let's do it," Kevin said arrogantly.

The result was apparent. Sadly, that boy overlooked Anne's ulterior infatuation.

Kevin's artwork was an oil painting on canvas. The gorgeous colors contrasted the dark background that lurked the fragmented but vibrant wings. The piece gave a magnificent sense of sadness that instantly tickled Anne's interest.